perfection yet seen
insignificant am I
my beauty astounds
Photo and haiku by Joanne Olivieri.
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Earthquake by Joanne Olivieri
Earthquake
Mother Nature's fingers
pierce the earth's crust...
fault lines
Haiku and photo by Joanne Olivieri.
Midsummers dream by Joanne Olivieri
Midsummers dream
fantasies
in high definition
Haiku and photo by Joanne Olivieri
Cotton Candy by Joanne Olivieri
cumulus clouds
pattern the sky...
Cotton candy
Photos and haiku by Joanne Olivieri.
Tree Commune by Joanne Olivieri
diverse species
hugging limbs
tree commune
Photo and haiku by Joanne Olivieri
Summer Rains by Joanne Olivieri
cascade of sea tears
escape high tide
Summer rains...
Haiku and photo by Joanne Olivieri
Just Before Waking by Joanne Olivieri
Just Before Waking
Poetry & Photo by Joanne Olivieri
Your lullaby
caressed the sound waves
of his inherent desire
to acquiesce
to the cliffhanger of his nocturnal episode
and debut in the finale
of his dream.
He is descending
into the incoherent
realm of euphoria.
Apprehensive of his destiny
He will awaken.
Rocks by Joanne Olivieri
rocks
rest upon the shore
seaside sands of time
Photo and haiku by Joanne Olivieri
photo taken at ocean beach in San Francisco.
Meditations by Joanne Olivieri
meditations...
darkness unfolds
into the light
Photo and haiku by Joanne Olivieri. Photo taken at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco.
Spiritual Nourishment by Joanne Olivieri
Prince Of Peace
The dove of peace unfolds his wings.
angel hair entwines heartstrings.
As spirits chant, a minstrel sings,
the choral melody of kings.
Due North a star, lights the way
To Prince of Peace, where He lay.
A child
So Mild
A Savior born on Christmas day.
Peace
On thy lips, fruit of the vine
shall evoke a taste of shame
Martyred bloodshed cup of wine
invisible in His name.
Thy wrath befell upon the sight
Of devils chance to winged flight
Yet we
Shall see
Lion and lamb, lie down with thee.
A Need To Pray
As we awake to the echo of dawn
with a silent reflection of day,
our hearts and souls are renewed
as we thank God by our need to pray.
A need that is fueled by hope
and a faith which is never betrayed,
by God who delivers the saving rope
as we climb the mount of temptation each day.
If we misstep and lose our balance
and begin to go astray
our Lord will provide spiritual guidance,
when we fall to our knees and pray.
His Light
His light rekindles day to day
and sparks His image as we pray.
Beyond the jagged etched twilight
a moonlit gloss projects His light.
A piercing glow injects our veins
with Holy serum spread as rain.
He filters through our heart and soul
providing strength to make us whole.
His spark rekindles as we pray
and lights his image day to day.
Mary Our Mother
Clothed in sunlight, crowned with stars
show us your mercy from afar.
Infinite wisdom, divine grace
the lamb of God endears your face.
Fruit of your womb, a virgin snow
your tears of love will help us grow.
Mary, dear Mother, queen of May
dwell in our hearts, let us not stray.
Music
Voice of the angels
perfect harmony
uplift my spirit
sweet melody.
Lyrical notes
harped echo
protect my soul
from all woe.
Melodious chant
beloved hymn
soothe my soul
blessed Seraphim.
Angel
for Mom
Are you my angel?
Who guides my soul
who feels my heart
who drinks my thoughts
who soothes my mind
Are you my angel?
Always,
Together in time.
My Gifts For You
The greatest of God’s gifts
I can wish for you
are taken for granted by many
though for me, hold precious and true.
A canary softly chirping
A mandolin strumming in rhyme
A rose gently unfolding
An infant, smiling for the first time.
The sun slowly setting
The moon waking to rise
The sea’s waves calming
The drifting winds chime
Trees melodically swaying
Mountains, to the heavens they climb
These are my gifts for you,
With love, dear friend of mine.
My Lighthouse
When the waves of the sea lie still
and the sea bird's cry is mute
and the sunlight is buried in darkness
with the balance of life in dispute…
I know that grief has encompassed
and begun to drown my soul
emerging in cascades of pain
drowning what once was whole.
I know as I ask my savior
for His help in lighting my way
my God will become my lighthouse
and chart the path to ease my pain.
Rain
An angel softly wept
as showers cleansed the earth,
while we peacefully slept
planted seeds of new birth.
A spiritual cleansing of sorts
shedding a mask grown old,
unburdened without remorse
new beginnings yet to unfold.
A luminous rainbow awakens
lending color to our skies,
a protective stained glass garment
Heaven shields the angels cries.
Spiritual Nourishment
A gift for the soul
as warmth from the sun
caress and beholds
our spirits as one.
Seeds of the future
enriched by our care
experience nature
and love, we will share
Harvests to flourish
the fruits of this earth
spiritually nourished
by God, and His works.
Weapon of Faith
His scepter, a sword in divine attire
Pierces the serpent, with tongues of fire.
He fans the flames of Satan’s desire
As a weapon of faith, for spiritual hire.
The Northern Gate
A child is born into the night
unto the womb of heaven’s light.
His journey plants a seed of peace
as sacrificial lamb to fleece.
His shoulders bear a cross of blood
as tears of sin unleash the flood.
Thine eyes behold the Northern gate
and see the stars prophetic fate.
Forsaken not, by Father’s hand
His death, doth scar a shallow land.
He rose above, upon third day
sight unseen to light the way.
His death became the gift of life
to free the soul, of endless strife.
Thine eyes behold the Northern gate
and see the stars prophetic fate.
Listen to the Quiet by Joanne Olivieri
Listen To The Quiet
The hush of falling snow
the breath of stormy seas
bIrds frolicking on the meadow
forest parade of gallant trees.
Honeysuckly sweet on the vine
hummingbirds morning call
with nectar a rose blush wine
from Spring, through Summer and Fall.
A windward breeze blows East
the sun slumbers on the West
natures masterpiece
the day is done, now rest.
The night devoid of sunlight
caress the moon and stars
at dusk fluorescent twilight
guide seafarers from afar.
Listen to the quiet
hear the silent peace
whisper in the moment
our spirit to be set free.
Log Cabin
As I trudge through snow laiden foothills
icy wind whipping my face
biting cold surrounds me
and the sun emerges with haste.
My journey carries me forward
over lifeless branches and leaves
toward the snow capped high sierras
home, to God’s country.
I can see in the distance
the canvas for my creation
my dream springs to life
only in my imagination.
In the future I see a clearing
a cozy and quaint log cabin
nestled among icy fir trees
a small yet real slice of heaven.
Flickering candlelight shines through the window
as I draw near my hearth and home
puffs of smoke circle the chimney
my senses tell me, I am no longer alone.
A now frozen brook
rests silently alongside the dwelling
in Spring, a wading pool of ease
as the snow slowly begins melting.
Though depicting a Christmas tale
this portrait of a Winter scene
merely paints my path to the future
of what, someday will be.
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